Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2007 17:46:39 +0000
From: Alex Roberts
Subject: The Aftermath - A Sequel To The Bet
DISCLAIMER: Remember that as a work of fiction this does not reflect real
events or the true sexual preferences of those involved. Also this story
and the series that follows will contain graphic M/M sex so if you're not
old enough to read such things or you're going to be offended by them hit
that back button and stop reading. Also be warned that this series is a
sequel of sorts to THE BET stories and will therefore reference them at
times. If you haven't read them you may want to. With that said feedback
and requests are, as always, welcome.
Prologue: One Week Later
"Do you have to go?"
Chris Masters turned so that he could see John Cena stretched out across
the large motel room bed. One week ago the thought that John Cena would be
getting ready to beg for him to spend the night and pound his ass for the
third time that day was unthinkable but now here it was. Just one week
after losing their bet John Cena had become yet another ass for Masters to
use and abuse as he wanted, it was no wonder he was having trouble fighting
the grin from his face.
"Yes. Pretty boy's expecting me..." Masters couldn't keep the grin from his
face as the jealousy flashed across the face of Cena. "Are you jealous?"
"No..." The lie was obvious and it only made the grin on Masters face
bigger. "... I just don't see what you see in him that's all!"
"Ah, you're jealous!" Masters knelt down onto the bed and kissed at Cena's
large meaty pecs, working his way up his neck toward his lips before
finally pushing his tongue into Cena's mouth and forcing a rough kiss on
the Champion. As Masters pushed his tongue deeper and harder into Cena's
mouth he felt the rappers hands run down his large body and grabbing at his
once again growing erection through his tight dark briefs.
"I know you wanna stay..." Cena still had a firm hold of Masters' hardening
cock and The Masterpiece couldn't deny that he'd like to stay and use Cena
a little more but Randy Orton was ready and waiting and if there was one
thing Orton was that Cena wasn't it was dirty and sometimes Masters just
wanted to get fucking dirty!
"I told you I've gotta go!" Masters pulled Cena's hand away from his dick
and stood back up, his eyes searching for his discarded clothes.
"You tellin' me that Randy's ass is more inviting then mine?" Before
Masters could answer Cena rolled onto his stomach exposing his tight, pert
and rounded ass to Masters once again. "Is that what you're saying man?"
Cena gently slapped his hand across his own ass before grabbing each check
and gently parting them, revealing his tight hole to Masters.
"That's not what I'm saying...." Masters grabbed his sweatpants and vest
top before turning round to see Cena's finger slowly circling his hole.
"Then come show me how much you like my ass man!" Cena's finger continued
to circle his hole as Masters felt his cock growing even harder in his
briefs. Maybe, just maybe Cena could be dirty as well. "Get that tongue and
big hard cock inside me!"
"Fuck boy..." Masters threw his pants and shirt back down to the floor and
return to the bed, quickly burying his face in between Cena's firm checks,
his tongue darting into Cena's hole and release a groan of pleasure from
The Champ. But as soon as Masters began to lap up the sweet taste of Cena's
tight hole his cellphone began to blare through the room.
"Ignore it baby!" Masters kept his tongue buried deep in Cena's hole as his
hand reached out for his sweatpants, the pocket of which containted his
cellphone. "Don't stop..."
The dissapointment in Cena's voice that Masters had pulled himself away
from his inviting ass was clear. The fact that he'd done it to answer his
cellphone only made the situation worse.
"Where are you?" As Masters and Cena had expected Randy Orton was on the
other end of the line.
"On my way..." Masters threw an apologetic look at Cena before sliding his
sweatpants up over his thick muscled legs. But even the loose fitting pants
did nothing to hide the large erection Masters was currently sporting and
as THe Masterpiece climbed to his feet Cena crawled his way to the end of
the bed.
"You better be quick big boy otherwise I'm going to start without you!"
"Oh really?" Masters just managed to surpress a surprise gasp as Cena's
mouth closed in on the large bulge in his sweatpants created by his hard
cock. The Champion wasted no time in gently sucking on the cock through the
material of Masters briefs and pants.
"Yeah, I've got my toys ready big boy so you better be quick...."
"And what toys are those?" Masters closed his free hand around the back of
Cena's head and encouraged him to keep working on his throbbing cock
through the material of his pants and The Champ did. His tongue running up
the outline of the shaft before his mouth closed back around the bulge and
sucked once again.
"All the ones you like to see me use. My big toys."
"Yeah? And what you gonna do with those big toys?"
"I'm going to get my big vibrator, the one just like your big thick dick
and I'm going to tease my dirty little hole with it."
"Yeah?"
"Oh fuck yeah. I'm going to slide it right up inside me. Ride it like I
ride my big masters big cock!"
"That's a good pretty boy. You get yourself warmed up because your master
and his big hard cock are on their way!" Orton simply groaned his response
before Masters diconnected the call and once again pulled Cena from his
aching erection.
"Let me get it out baby..." Cena's hands moved to the waistband of Masters
pants and moved to tug them down but again Masters pulled him away.
"I told you, I've got to go!" Masters grabbed his vest and made for the
door of the hotel room, turning back toward Cena when he was at the
door. "I'll see you tomorrow boy!"
"Maybe..."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means maybe." Masters raised his eyebrows at Cena as The Champion
smiled back. "But maybe I'll go and find someone else who can give me what
I want when I want it!"
"Like fuck you will!"
"You don't want me to go somewhere else, huh?"
"That ass of yours is mine and noone elses, remember that boy!" Masters
left the room and Cena smiling on the bed.
"Yeah we'll see about that..." The words were said to the door but still
Cena's smile grew even wider.